‘Oh dear,’ she said, ‘I do wish I hadn’t married. I wish I’d been an explorer.’ And then she said dreamily, ‘The Rivers of China, for instance.’ ‘But what do you know about the rivers of China, darling,’ I said. … Continue reading→

I was born with the gift of rain, an ancient soothsayer in an even more ancient temple once told me. This was back in a time when I did not believe in fortune-tellers, when the world was not yet filled … Continue reading→

Tan interrupted. “But the British have held India by their guns for over a hundred years.” “You are mistaken,” said Poya. “The British hold India down by their charm.” “What charm?” said Tan, gulping with surprise. “By being handsome,” said … Continue reading→